About Me

Let me start by saying I am NOT and will never claim to be an expert on anything. However, I do know a little about a lot of things...like being a daughter, a nurse, a referee, a teacher, a coach, a therapist, a cook, a housekeeper, a judge, a jury, a landscaper, a student, a wife, and most importantly...a mother.
Now for some things I know ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about...bear hunting, skydiving, Naples, history, symbolism, engines, HTML, which came first...the chicken or the egg, etc....
Now, some things I am trying to learn a lot about...spirituality, darwinism, all faiths, history, meditation, nursing, maybe med school, and which came first the chicken or the egg.
I'm a SAHM who is never at home. My life is busy and crazy and I wouldn't change a minute of it!

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Tuesday, August 31, 2010

With so many figurative balls in the air right now, I was bound to have to prioritize them, and let a few drop, for the greater good. Unfortunately for Jake, the ball representing our "relations" was the first one to hit the ground upon my re-entry to the college scene.

The other night, Jake broached the subject, "I thought college girls were supposed to be easy."

Whining a bit, I said, "Baaaa-abe, I'm tired. Really, really tired. Being back in class wears me out, and if you ever plan on getting laid again...I'm just telling you now, you're gonna have to get creative."

There was a moment of silence. I tried to hurry off to sleep before he devised a plan.

Monday, August 30, 2010

The kids have had so much fun with this spider. She’s right by our front door, and she’s helping us to keep the grasshoppers off of our bushes.

The boys want to make her our pet, and they try to feed her by catching grasshoppers and throwing them into her web. They like to watch her do her spindly thing with them, in spite of my warnings that Charlotte is doing just fine without their help, and that they are actually risking destroying her web, in their attempts to help a spider out.

The kids love her so much, I’ve thought about putting her picture up in place of The One Who Ran Away’s!

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Football season is starting up, and I would never expect my husband to go without television during the Cowboy’s season.

Never.

Ever.

As of today, we’re plugged back in.

The kids were thrilled. I know they were thrilled, because they house was silent when they got home from school. I mean, silent. We told them that we would keep the cable until the Cowboys’ season is over, then, the plug will be pulled again…and we’ll be part-time cable viewers.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Since my kids older, I thought it would be cool that they get to witness me working hard in school pursuing degrees, a career, and my dreams.

I thought I was modeling for my children, to set goals. To achieve them. And when you do, aim higher, and set new goals.

The sky's the limit.

So, tonight, while hiding in my room, rocking back and forth in a corner, and drooling, after a NINE HOUR LECTURE, today!! while freshening up for dinner, I was a little disappointed to hear this conversation...

Avery said, "Hey, Dad. When I grow up, I wanna be a lawyer...and then, after that...I wanna be the mayor! How cool would that be?"

I heard Lily gasp, and say, "WHAT?!? Why would you want to do all that?? When I grow up, all I wanna do is work at PetSmart!"

Not become a veterinarian. Not become an animal trainer. Not even OWN a fucking PetSmart. She just wants to work at one?!?

**Note to self: When Lily's an adult, and working at PetSmart to help support her family...remember to praise her for following her dreams!!**

Monday, August 23, 2010

On my first day of nursing school, I listened for hours on the legalities, regulations, and expectations that will be placed on me as a nurse. I learned that this new career path I've chose, I will spend a lot of time, covering my ass. Making sure that my patients are happy. My coworkers are happy. My bosses are happy. And that the Board is happy. It kinda freaked me out.

As I sat and listened, I realized how much I enjoyed the job I've had for the past twelve years, and the people I've worked with.

My boss is lovely. I mean, a dream. I'd totally hit it. In fact, I have. And do, regularly.

I worked as the lone supervisor, while the boss was away, so I never had to deal with pissy coworkers and their drama. I liked being in charge, with no one around to sue me, if I fucked up. In fact, the only people around to notice if I fucked up, were too young to even vote, so they couldn't if they wanted to!

Speaking of those people. The people who I was supervising while the boss was out. They are great. I mean, the first few years that I worked with them was tough. They were demanding, and kind of annoying really, and they cried a lot. And they soiled themselves, and I'd have to clean it. They were pretty immature. But, they've done some growing up, and lately they have been just a pleasure to work with. They didn't care if I was in my pajamas all day, or if I didn't do the laundry correctly, or regularly, or EVER. They never ratted me out to my boss, if I sat around all day doing nothing, but, jumped up five minutes before the Big Dog arrived home, to keep up the appearance that I'd actually done something. They didn't watch my every move, waiting for a misstep. They never complained to any Board. Or, tried to have my license revoked. They were just a real pleasure.

That's all about to change...and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't terrified!!

He’s on a double dose of antibiotics, breathing treatments, and steroids, and Tylenol and Ibuprofen round the clock to attempt to keep his fever in check. He should be right as rain, and no longer contagious by the first day of school, though.

But, what about the rest of us?

My head feels funny and my throat is scratchy…and I’m convinced that Lily and I will come down with this crap, come Sunday!! We’re the only ones excited about starting school, and it seems like it would fit that we’d be the ones to be stricken with the crud, forcing us to stay home!!

I know, I know…I shouldn’t be so negative, and I shouldn’t send shit like that into the universe. Hopefully, it’s just psychosomatic, and it’s nothing.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

My T’s are crossed and my I’s are dotted. I’ve been oriented. I’ve been tested. I’ve served my time, waited my turn, and on Monday…a dream of mine comes true!

I start nursing school.

Until this point, it has just felt like something I’ve been talking about. Something I’ve been planning. Now that I have my equipment, have my seat in the classroom, and have my clinical assignment…it’s feeling pretty real.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

That glorious point in the kid’s summer vacation where they are at each other’s throats, trying to kill one another, and I am at theirs, trying to kill them.

It’s bad. Last summer I was locked in my bedroom with a stack of notecards and a textbook to read, and Jake was running the show. I liked last summer better.

Lily was gone for two weeks at the beach with some of my family…but, she’s the easy kid, so the screaming, fighting, and wrestling to the death didn’t let up at all with only 2/3 of my children at home.

It’s just these boys.

I swear that they are literally trying to kill each other.

Last night, I broke up a brawl. Avery slammed the door in Jack’s face, knocking his tooth loose, and Jack went postal on him, and punched him square in the face. Ave didn’t like that, and went all Ralphie on him. Sitting atop him, swinging wildly, muttering under his breath, while Jack pleaded with him to stop.

We’re going stir crazy, I think.

They’re a motley crew, my three…

And in the best interest of my children’s mental health and physical well being…THEY NEED TO GO BACK TO SCHOOL!!!!!

With that disgusting threat, Jack leapt at his brother, and a playful riot began.

Arms were swinging, legs were flailing, the two boys were a tangled mess, and over it all were their mutterings...

"I didn't fart on your pillow!"

"Yes you did! I know you did...I have pink eye!!"

"Oh yeah? I'm gonna fart in your mouth!"

"Oh yeah? I'm gonna fart in YOUR mouth!"

Lily and I watched for a few minutes (they are entertaining), but, eventually I had to separate them, and explain that I was just kidding, and that farting on someone's pillow will not give you pink eye.

I don't think they believed me, though, and I think I may have planted a seed, and possibly started a war!!

Note to self: Flip your pillowcase over before you lay down, and/or change pillowcases often, on the off chance that the farts of little boys can, indeed, cause pink eye!!